The road to the Black Lake was quite long. It felt like weeks had passed since dinner with David and Abigial, as if it had been days for Ewin since he had seen the black horseman. He could no longer feel anything but numbness on his shoulders carrying Yelis's stretcher. David had been quiet for a while. Ewin wasn't sure how long it had been since the murmurs had ceased. Reaching the black lake was their only hope. They tiredly tried to increase their speed, but their legs were moving slowly.Ewin finally fell to his knees. He checked Yelis' covers, tiredly. Yelis's breathing was regular. "What if they come back?" he said coldly."The wheel of fate turns as it pleases," said Aunt Abigial uneasily. “If they come back…We'll gather our strength and stop them,” he said, and sighed, his face loosening as he bent his back. Ewin realized for the first time that Abigial was as frightened as he was, if not more. Uras nodded and looked at the firewall. "We'll get over it," Ewin said, encouragingl

Ewin's gaze fell on the Sage's house. The beam of blue light reflected from the Sage's house was reflected outside. These thoughts in Uras' mind disappeared. David's face was less red than it had been. He jumped when Ewin grabbed his arm. When the blue light finally disappeared, Sage left his house. With heavy steps, he walked towards the Black Lake. The people of the black lake were following him. When he dipped the ram's horn object into the waters of the Black lake, a bright light was reflected and soon dyed the lake dark again.The Sage nodded and sighed as Ewin came near the Sage. "Not yet. I hope not yet. There's a blemish. A wound that won't heal unaided will cause deadly fevers, I've eased the pain, but you won't leave him alone." The sage's words were half request, half command. "I won't leave him alone, I won't," Ewin agreed simply. “I am very tired, Bilge, and I haven't had a chance to rest since last night,” said Bilge assent and walked away from Ewin.A woman wearing a dr

“Noooo!” he screamed… and gasped as she gasped. Artam stood up. He stood near the snow-capped River. They smiled at each other with the figure. The figure was friendly. Artam filled his eyes when he saw the figure’s friendly smile. Tamir… was there. “Right from here.” We have to go and get inside the ring.” The black cloak that protected Artam's naked body fluttered slightly.Artam was moving more slowly than Tamir with his giant size. Tamir was floating on the snow. “What happened there?” Artam asked. Tamir told him about the shadows and the name of the woman he had seen. “I was in the middle of a city, Artam, when I touched him. I crossed a bridge, entered a city through huge gates set in high, pristine walls. It was a wonderland where every building was like a palace. A city hidden in the mountains. It was not stone, brick and tile. I could smell the scents; the scents of pungent spices, wonderful food, and countless flowers. There in the middle of the city was a round building, a

As everyone in the room stared at David's half-moon blade, the door swung open and Aunt Abigial came in. The door slammed shut behind him with a rumble that resounded like thunder. Abigial was out of breath. The room must have sensed the tense air in the room, for it looked at the people there with trembling. "She's awake," he whispered. Wise; “We expected this,” he said firmly.Yelis was still sleeping in the bed. Slowly, her breathing slowed. Half-depleted logs burned in the fireplace, a good bed of coal heaped around the fire irons; Aunt Abigial took care of her while she slept. When Yelis woke up, there was a blanket at her feet. Yelis swallowed and looked around the room. Aunt Abigial's coat was hung on the door. She wiped the cold sweat from her face with one hand. She tried to make sense of his dream. It was like a dream come true.Twilight darkened the window; The moon was high, round and fat, and the evening stars shone over the Misty Mountains. Yelis did not know how long he

Tumaris turned around to see that Uras was still watching her. When Uras looked out the window again, he saw that the crowd had dispersed. He could leave the hall now. He left the hall on the way Tumaris took. Tumaris was there, her golden hair lighting up the whole room. He wasn't even looking in her direction, but he was sure that she was aware of everything that was going on around her. "It might be useful," said Uras with exaggerated indifference, Tumaris fidgeted, trying to hide something under the red coat he was wearing. "I know what's out there," said Uras. Tumaris shifted uncomfortably in place. "So what's in there?" His voice sounded like a mockery."A bow," said Uras.Uras frowned, showing that he had more than enough of Tumaris' taunts, then he sighed heavily and tossed back his cloak to reveal the bow. It was no ordinary arrow. The blue wolf symbol on the curved end of the bow and the blue feathers on the arrowheads made it as strange as the sword of Uras for Karagöl. Ura